Eight years together. Eight years. I’ve felt ready to marry him since the first day I laid eyes on him, an October afternoon. I have been waiting all this time for him to finally drop on one knee. Still waiting. A couple of years ago, he took me on a trip to Paris, the city of love. I thought he had finally decided to walk down the aisle with me, but I was wrong.
Another October day is upon us; our anniversary. I have waited so many years thinking he would do it during our anniversary that I just lost hope. Today will most likely be a dinner and straight home. Another anniversary.
He picks me up in his black Mustang, wearing those black skinny jeans I’ve always loved. As he kisses me, he skims one strand of hair that was touching my cheek and begins revving the Mustang.
Looking out the window, I watch houses pass by, light posts passing us, and then I notice there are only trees in our surroundings. Seems like we’re reaching the woods.
“Babe, where are we going?” I say, disoriented. He turns and gives me a smirk. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Observing merely trees around us, I realize we definitely are in the heart of the woods.
“Deer!” I scream, pointing at an animal running towards the Mustang. He automatically stops the car. “A deer can’t have better timing to jump in the middle of my car, can’t it?” he says, irritated.
It seems like we finally arrived at the destination. He breaks the car and comes to the co-pilot side and opens my door. “Don’t ask questions,” he declares. So, I stay silent.
We walk for what feels like two miles. Deep in the woods. I breathed in the earthy, musky-sweet autumn odor.
“Don’t you remember?” he asks me with a confound face.
“No,” I replied, ashamed as I understand I should know where we are.
“Well, this is the spot where I first fell in love with you.” As I heard those words coming out of his precious mouth, I sensed my face burning.
He kept going, “It was an autumn night, in the middle of October. You had a drink in your hand and were sitting right in front of the bonfire. As I laid eyes on you that night, I knew we were meant to be together until the end of time.” He takes something out of his pocket and drops on one knee.
“On this night, eight years ago, I met my best friend and the love of my life. And today, eight years later, I want to turn you into my wife. Will you marry me?”
Falling in Love
